Page 28 of Blindsided By Fake Love

Hesitantly, I move my hand from his wrist to his cheek. He sucks in a breath and I freeze. I’ve nearly melted into the seat when he turns his mouth toward my palm and kisses it.

“Beau?”

“Hmmm?” He hums against my palm. The vibration sends a tiny shiver through me. He chuckles. “Cold?”

“Oh, you!” I go to rip my hand away, but before it goes anywhere, his hand is on mine, pressing it against his cheek.

His eyes whip to mine, and I swear the world stops for a moment.

“I’m sorry. Teasing you is addictive.” His lopsided grin makes me blush uncontrollably. “Can I kiss you?”

A gasp escapes me. One he misreads.

I watch as the corner of his mouth falls, and before I know what I’m doing, my other hand is cupping his other cheek.

Kissing him.

He’s frozen beneath me, and I instantly regret what I did, but then he wraps his hand around the back of my head pulling me closer.

I breathe him in, and when he deepens the kiss, I nearly die.

A tapping noise on the window has us both jumping out of our skin.

“So it’s true!” Katy Blake screams excitedly. “Youaretogether!”

“Ugh,” Beau groans, leaning his forehead against mine while he tries to catch his breath. “She always did have awful timing.”

“I need the tea, you two!” I slide my head over to glance out Beau’s window and find Katy’s big blue eyes staring back at me. The determination in her gaze is clear. She isn’t going anywhere.

I sheepishly smile and give her a small wave.

“Do you think if we pretend we don’t hear her, she’ll go away?” Beau asks, his eyes hopeful.

I chuckle. “Unlikely. Katy is like a dog with a bone. She’s not giving it up. Looks like we’ll just have to face the music.” I beam as he scrunches his face together and groans.

He lifts his face and stares me straight in the eyes before firmly placing his lips on mine one last time. His lips curve up, making my cheeks lift higher.

“Fine.” He blows a breath, slowly letting his hands fall from my face. “Let’s go eat.”

“Try not to make having dinner with me sound so awful.” His pained expression is amusing, and I bite my lip.

“Well, when the alternative is kissing you…it is.” The wink he sends my way makes me beam. Just then his stomach chooses to growl.

“Apparently your stomach doesn’t agree,” I manage to choke out between giggles.

“Yeah, well. It doesn’t have the same craving the rest of me does.” He waggles his eyebrows, and heat creeps up my cheeks. But the gleam in his eyes has me rethinking my stance on dinner. Just then, another knock on the window reminds me why we stopped kissing in the first place.

“We’re coming!” Beau growls at Katy.

Watching him get out of the car, my cheeks pull up. My cheeks hurt. I’m reminded that it’s been a very long time since I’ve felt this happy about anything.

Beaudoesanexpertjob of not answering Katy’s questions, but he does it in a way that even leaves me believing like he gave her information when he actually didn’t.

When she turns to leave, her scrunched up face has me staring at Beau in amazement.

“That was masterful!” He laces his fingers with mine and smiles down at me. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Masterful? Hmmm…I like hearing you say that about me.” He leans in and kisses my nose. I wrap my other arm around his and move closer to him. The urge to be near him is startling. “What did I do?”

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